What if, my love?
What if there is no such thing as “new” or “creation”?
What if “innovation” is in fact the original of logical fallacies?
What if the Field is just that: open source code to be borrowed, tortured, and adapted?
Would your mind be overcome at the suggestion?
What if our predetermined fate is to circle the ONE GYRE containing infinite strata?
What if this is the one vortex that coils consciousness?
What if the myriad of orbits we traverse all stem from one central turbulence vortex?
Would your soul shudder from this disillusion?
What if a Black Mirror episode on social capital and gold stars is a caricature of the highest of truths, namely the law of attraction?
What if therefore resonance itself is the birth mother of frequency, yellow stars, and admission?
What if reality is that we are pulled, or is it bound, by the spiritual currency of resonance?
Would your heart ache from these declarations?
What if the hologram of consciousness, defined as the moment when still energy meets moving energy, is THE delusion?
What if there is no such thing as impeccable, but rather false premise of free will is the ORIGINAL SIN of existence?
What if the Calvinist view on predetermination proved meek and uninspired?
Would your throat fill in choking-silence?
What if free of temporal illusions, there really is nothing original?
What if all we see mathematically collapses into the ONE debris?
What if then, there is no choice, but rather a spiral of inertia?
Would the creator in you be ordained alive or slaughtered?
What if we are slaves to a ONE system of spectrum?
What if drugs and medicines are cheat codes, at times honorable or otherwise malevolent?
But then again, why the value judgement if the game has a maximum probability of 1?
Would you be cognizant of your eyes that dilate in fear and arousal?
What if freedom is the fantasy that distorts what is the truth of Certainty?
What if reality is therefore built on ONE archetypal prototype that gestates instance?
What if this is the Truth that eradicates the wildest of Savages?
Would you still choose life, oh yee the highest of self-proclaimed Creators?
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